All ties were severed without any sign,
Brutal and swift, though the fault wasn’t mine.
Coldly they told me I didn’t belong,
Daring to claim that my efforts were wrong.
Every achievement was cast to the side,
Feeling the sting of my wounded pride.
Gathering pieces, I stood on the floor,
Holding the key to a different door.
I realised then that the power was here,
Just in the moments of facing my fear.
Kindling a flame that they couldn’t put out,
Leaving behind every shadow of doubt.
Moving forward, I’m changing my pace,
Now seeking joy in a brand new space.
Over the hurdles and through the dark night,
Peace is the prize that is coming in sight.
Quietly building a life of my own,
Reaping the seeds of the strength I have sown.
Superpower awakened, I finally see,
That transition was simply a gift meant for me.
Under the surface, my spirit is bright,
Vanquishing ghosts with a natural light.
What lies ahead is a path I design,
X-raying truth in each intricate line.
Yesterday’s endings have faded away,
Zeal is the heartbeat of my new day.
Bob Lynn | © 2026 Vox Meditantis. All rights reserved.
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